I have an iPhone.
I have email.
I have Facebook.
I have Twitter.
I have Instagram.
I have Snapchat.
I have Vine.
I have Pinterest.
I have Spotify.
Gosh darn it. I have so many forms of social media which requires enough technology, gizmos, and gadgets that if I was smart enough, I could probably send myself to the moon and back.
And I am SO guilty of LOVING it.
I LOVE social media!
I can keep up with family, friends -from high school and college- and even more importantly, I can follow all of these people in the world that I don't actually know but are so hilarious I can't help but watch all their videos.
But here's what I do know.
I know that social media doesn't define me.
The last profile picture that I had is with a turtle I found. Those twenty "likes" I got on it don't make me a cool or uncool person. The album I just made on Facebook with my vacation photos, where I conveniently only posted the photos in which I looked good in, doesn't mean that I look that great every day of my life - just ask my roommates about my morning hair or my classmates about the seven pairs of sweat pants I rotate between!!! The picture on Instagram that I shared of my family laughing joyfully (it got 54 likes but whose counting...) doesn't mean that we never have our fights. That tweet where I quoted my dad saying something funny, doesn't in fact make him funny, although, I will admit he has gotten funnier as I have gotten older (Love you, Dad!).
So often, I see people posting their beach body pics and without meaning to, I begin to say to myself, "I think I am a polar bear and they are Queen Elsa" and my self-esteem is helped IMMENSELY by their 647 likes to my 12 likes and comment by my mom, grandma, and great-aunt's twice removed husband's dead goldfish. I would love it if someone explained to me why my picture I posted of my caramel roll got more likes than the Bible verses I quoted about not loving the worlds ways. Are caramel rolls really that much less convicting?

The picture I posted of one of my best friends getting engaged. The "typical white girl post" of me and someone I never thought I would be friends with on a Caribou date. The photo I posted of my parents in their college days for their anniversary. My teammates and I in our throwback jerseys, me snuggling with a cute puppy, or the picture of me holding my youth pastors newborn baby ... ALL of these photos and SO many more had VALUE before I EVER posted them on ANY of my social media. And for myself personally - I have VALUE whether I post things or not on social media, and so does everyone else in this world.
I am not going to stop posting my pictures or writing down my favorite quotes for people to see, as cheesy as they may be. I will probably show my followers some more of my meals, especially if I gain cooking skills in the next couple years and I make something that actually looks edible. I may even screen shot snapchats from my best friends to someday use as birthday posts. And I will certainly continue to quote my family because they are in fact the most hilarious people I know, but I'm not going to let my identity be defined by the "likes," "favorites," and "comments" that will eventually fade away.
My worth is in something far more everlasting then MySpace - because who actually has that anymore?
-Courage, dear hearts. C.S. Lewis.
Lexi
Genesis 1:27
"So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them."
Luke 12:24
"Consider the ravens: They do not sow or rep, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds!"